John Gneisenau Neihardt - Let Me Live Out My Years 汉译

Let me live out my years in heat of blood!

Let me die drunken with the dreamer’s wine!

Let me not see the soul-house built of mud

Go toppling to the dust—a vacant shrine.

Let me go quickly, like a candle light

Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow.

Give me high noon—and let it then be night!

Thus would I go.

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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,

My song may trumpet down the grey Perhaps,

O let me be a tune-swept fiddle string

That fells the Master Melody—and snaps!